Novel & Cerita Regency Era Romance

“I would love to, but it’s impossible to find anyone as beautiful, gentle, understanding, and tolerant as you, Mother. No one else catches my eye. So, I’ll just have to keep looking,” Reginald said, his tone playful. Yet, as soon as the thought of marriage came up, a fleeting image of Miranda’s charming and ever-changing expressions flashed through his mind.

~ A Steamy Romance Novella ~ “I was afraid,” he whispered, hands sliding up her legs. “Afraid that with all this danger, I'd have to admit what I really want. Who I want.” “And?” She gasped under her breath as his fingers trailed into her inner thighs. “What do you want?” Under lidded eyes, his gaze never wavered. “You.”  … Cold, logical and determined to protect his legacy, Roman Ricci needs a respectable wife for six months to gain the remnants of his father's legacy. Following an assassination attempt, Wounded and hunted by his power-hungry uncle, he finds himself in the home of Eva, the feisty stranger and bookstore owner that saved his life. On discovering her despe

She shrugged. “Not that I’m suggesting you give up your winery and vineyard. It’s your business, and you should still be allowed to run it. But we will need to have our primary residence in Incubi.” She hurried to recover, worried she had offended me. “I know,” I assured her and kissed her forehead. “We can talk about logistics later. Cain wants to meet Gioia.” “Ok, let’s grab our things and go.” Regina smiled. “Oh, and let’s not forget these.” She grinned as she grabbed the box of condoms.

"Then I'd have to find ways to... convince you or control you." Keira's laugh turned into a gasp as he caught her around the waist, lifting her easily. "I've always been stubborn," she reminded him, arms winding around his neck. "Might take a lot of convincing." "We have all night," he promised, laying her gently on the bed. "And the rest of our lives." She loved this playful side of Alexei. It had always been there but hidden behind his own rebellion and his womanizing ways. What was that old saying? That rakes make the best husbands and lovers. It was something like that. The saying came from the Regency age, and she had mentioned she loved Pride and Prejudice. But she hadn't caught hersel

Regans POV I needed to leave before my wolf became too attached. I wrote my note for her stupidly, I knew this couldn't happen again. When her door closed behind me softly I put my head against the door and closed my eyes. I'm sorry I apologized to my wolf because I knew this would hurt him. "I, King Regan Conway, reject you, Dominique Leigh as my mate and queen" I whispered and sucked in a breath when I felt the pain of the rejection.

I think, even if I stare at her face until the time I die, I will never get tired of doing it over and over again. "I love you, Pennelope," I whispered, pulling her body to mine even more, even though I was already clinging on to her. She was using my right hand as her pillow while my left hand was caressing her face softly. Sometimes, I will run my left hand over her body. Both my legs are locking her, ensuring that she will not get out of my hold whatever she does. Did I regret what I did in the past? Yes. So much. However, if I were to be given a chance to go back in time, would I change all the things I did and sacrificed?

Madam Charity snorted curtly and I smirked. “Father, Hannah and the servants can vouch that we have consummated our wedding. I promised to lay with her once but I did it twice.” I paused, feeling annoyed towards my past actions. “So, if there is any mishap, you should consult Hannah and not me.” I said seriously, rattling out and they fell silent. I was also pissed with my union with Hannah. I was looking for an excuse to cast her off since I had gotten a stronghold in the Empire.

He tried to find comfort in Estan's words to have patience as the bond may kick in soon. He heard the door opening and knew she was done. He sat up and looked at her. His heart raced immediately his eyes landed on her. She was dressed in a white long gown, with red pattern designs on the front. Although, it didn't reveal what she wore underneath nor did it hug her body firmly, it didn't hide her attractive features too, especially her proud bosoms. Regan could feel his pole rising again as a wave of lust flushed him. He felt the urge to have her in his arms, to feel her warm body on his.

"I will never marry you, and they will never become my elders." I tried to leave, but the bodyguards clamped down on my arms. I thrashed and struggled. "What are you doing? I'm the Shaws' heir! How dare you manhandle me!" Furious, Rachel's mother strode ahead and slapped me across my face. Ah, I remembered this slap. It was one of the dozens she gave me in my past life. That made me freeze. "The engagement is tomorrow, and yet you act so insolent! Rachel, this is the man you're marrying? He disrespects his elders and acts no better than a baboon!"

The next morning words of their indecent intimate kisses and eventually checking into a private room together got out throughout London like wildfire. Being a man of high regard, Evander had called off his claim over the Feledencian heiress, just like she planned it to be. Pride was one thing men holds dearly during the regency era. He couldn’t possibly let his ego be dammed with an already ruined and tainted woman, other man had already touched. Lady Francesca couldn’t help but to smirk on the thought of defeating such self-centered man, who think less for a woman. Ironically, it was a woman who made him withdraw the supposed wealth and prestige he could amassed from marrying her.